Pas de Deux
Title: Pas de Deux
Author: Sihaya Black
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, Fraser/Victoria
Rating: NC-17
Length: Wonderfully long
Why I'm reccing this fic: I figured all of my favorites had been recced so far, but then I realized that I hadn't seen this come up yet, and that's just a damn shame, because this is a classic. Ray as a dance teacher! Fraser being his block of wood self, with cameos by Victoria and Vecchio. There's also polka dancing! Seriously, if people weren't coming over soon, I'd be rereading it right now. Instead, I'll just save it to the desktop until I'm stuck on an airplane next week.
After a few minutes, he had them switch to a partner of the opposite sex, ladies leading, and this time even Rita and Abby danced with men. Ray moved around the room, quietly correcting a few positions, and then called for everyone to dance with a partner of the same sex again.
A tap on his left shoulder startled him. He turned. Ben smiled at him. "May I have this dance?" he said, holding out his hand.
Ray grinned back and moved into position. "Sure. You lead." Ben's hand was warm and dry in his, his shoulder was broad and well muscled under Ray's fingers. The guy wasn't bulky, but he was a solid presence, firm, enduring. Ray's gut did a little flip-flop.
Ben steered him across the floor. It was amazing. All of a sudden, the guy moved fluidly, gracefully. What the hell happened to the stiff block of wood who'd been dancing with Crissy? Ray glanced at the mirror. Yeah, they looked good.
"So, what did you say to Aaron to get him to dance?" Ray said softly.
Ben gave him a solemn look, but his eyes twinkled. "I just pointed out that American football players manage to survive huddles, tackles, hugs and pats on their... backsides with their manhood intact, and that I expected the occasional dance would not irreparably unman any of us."
Ray chuckled. "Good one. Thanks for helping out."
"You're very welcome, Ray."
It was easy to follow Ben's lead, easy to follow the subtle but firm pressure of Ben's fingers against his back. Ray relaxed, aware of the movement of his thigh against Ben's, of the occasional brush of their hips, and the pressure of their fingers. The music faded, inconsequential. He could feel the rhythm between them. They continued to move around the floor until Crissy passed close by and gave Ray a pointed look. Breathing quickly, Ray stepped away from Ben with a nod.
Pas de Deux
Author: Sihaya Black
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, Fraser/Victoria
Rating: NC-17
Length: Wonderfully long
Why I'm reccing this fic: I figured all of my favorites had been recced so far, but then I realized that I hadn't seen this come up yet, and that's just a damn shame, because this is a classic. Ray as a dance teacher! Fraser being his block of wood self, with cameos by Victoria and Vecchio. There's also polka dancing! Seriously, if people weren't coming over soon, I'd be rereading it right now. Instead, I'll just save it to the desktop until I'm stuck on an airplane next week.
After a few minutes, he had them switch to a partner of the opposite sex, ladies leading, and this time even Rita and Abby danced with men. Ray moved around the room, quietly correcting a few positions, and then called for everyone to dance with a partner of the same sex again.
A tap on his left shoulder startled him. He turned. Ben smiled at him. "May I have this dance?" he said, holding out his hand.
Ray grinned back and moved into position. "Sure. You lead." Ben's hand was warm and dry in his, his shoulder was broad and well muscled under Ray's fingers. The guy wasn't bulky, but he was a solid presence, firm, enduring. Ray's gut did a little flip-flop.
Ben steered him across the floor. It was amazing. All of a sudden, the guy moved fluidly, gracefully. What the hell happened to the stiff block of wood who'd been dancing with Crissy? Ray glanced at the mirror. Yeah, they looked good.
"So, what did you say to Aaron to get him to dance?" Ray said softly.
Ben gave him a solemn look, but his eyes twinkled. "I just pointed out that American football players manage to survive huddles, tackles, hugs and pats on their... backsides with their manhood intact, and that I expected the occasional dance would not irreparably unman any of us."
Ray chuckled. "Good one. Thanks for helping out."
"You're very welcome, Ray."
It was easy to follow Ben's lead, easy to follow the subtle but firm pressure of Ben's fingers against his back. Ray relaxed, aware of the movement of his thigh against Ben's, of the occasional brush of their hips, and the pressure of their fingers. The music faded, inconsequential. He could feel the rhythm between them. They continued to move around the floor until Crissy passed close by and gave Ray a pointed look. Breathing quickly, Ray stepped away from Ben with a nod.
Pas de Deux